MISSING.

No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;
Rise Alps between us!
And whole oceans roll!
Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.

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How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd...

(Eloisa and Abelard - Alexander Pope)